Busstop Stories

They didn't fall into friendship - they just sort of ended up there, somewhere between a shared seat and a shared silence.

when the bold but sweet tanya's seat was stolen by the devious but compassionate nakul. book 1 in the '& you' series

15 year old Savanna Grayson has been questioning her sexuality for the past 2 years. It's always first straight, then bi, then pan, but now she is questioning if she is transgender. Read along to find out Savannas' true colors, and to be there throughout her journey.

Arunika sibuk memandangi layar ponselnya yang memperlihatkan berbagai konten video pendek. Dari satu video ke video lainnya. Tangannya tak bisa berhenti menggulirkan layar ponselnya. Tak lama, tangannya terhenti pada sebuah video. Konten seseorang yang bahkan tidak ia kenali, yang berbagi kisah cintanya di media sosial. Arunika menggeser slide demi slide. "Indah sekali kisah cinta orang lain," batinnya sambil tersenyum tipis membaca setiap tulisan dalam unggahan tersebut. Bohong rasanya jika mengatakan bahwa Arunika tidak menginginkan hal serupa. Merasa dicintai dan disayangi oleh seorang pria yang mampu membuatnya terasa lengkap, terdengar cukup menyenangkan baginya. Namun, Arunika terkadang ikut mempertanyakan diri sendiri. Apa itu perlu? Toh, pikiran-pikiran ini hanya muncul di waktu-waktu luangnya ketika ia merasa kesepian. Namun, kehadiran Alam mampu mengubah sudut pandang Arunika, yang membuatnya sadar bahwa kasih yang diberikan Alam tidak bisa ia dapatkan dari orang lain. Kasih yang perlahan membawa keyakinan kepada Arunika bahwa dirinya layak dicintai seutuhnya.

She first saw him in December. He didn't notice her at first. She was the definition of a wallflower, a pushover. They were alike in so many unnamable ways but at the same time polar opposites. In time she learned to love him. But could he ever acquire to acknowledge her fragile feelings back? This is my first book I hope you enjoy. (a little cliche, but not cringe worthy, please bare with me.)

If you don't take a chance, you'll never know what could have been

The guy at the bus stop doesn't know who's watching him. Nor why. But, if he just talked to the girl, maybe his life would change. Then again. Maybe it won't.

Chioma's life has always been filled with troubles, her one shot at a relationship turned into a scramble for her life and she had to flee, from her school and friends to U.N.S, a high class school to start anew. Relationship equals trouble and Chioma vows to stay away from both but during the school's summer lessons James a handsome popular boy chases after her and she receives letters from someone who knows far too much about her. Is U.N.S the ideal place to stay out of trouble? Can she keep her vow to not date anyone especially after a seemingly perfect mysterious bus conductor enters her life? *UPDATES : EVERY FRIDAY!

A bittersweet and sorrowful contemplation of poems, for the feeling, where you recall your deepest regrets, sadness and pain. #2 in poetry on 22/2/25

Many have thought about true love and if they will ever find it, but in this short story it's about the good, the bad, and the ugly. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to know the exact time and place of the beginning of you story. Counting Down. The story of love, hate, and loneliness.

Sue "Porter" Porter, a college student with OCD, autism, and probably some other stuff that she's been ignoring, has been riding the same bus, the 831, every day for almost three years. She knows the regulars like the back of her hand, but one day, one of them doesn't show up. Since he always comes just as the bus is about to leave, she's not too worried (okay, fine, she's panicked), but when the bus doors close and she sees him still twenty feet down the street, she realizes she's going to have to do something. Thanks to Porter, the bus driver waits for the guy. But what Porter didn't expect was for him to know she's the one who helped him out, let alone for him to *gasp* talk to her. Repeatedly. Are they... friends?

A short story A girl finds flowers on a bus stop bench, and it turns out they're for her. The story follows a girl on the search for something remarkable and a boy who only has eyes for a remarkable girl who shares a name with a flower. The girl finds the flowers that the boy left, along with a note from him, and decides to write back. What will follow? Hopefully, it will be the remarkable.

This is totally random lol (btw I did NOT steal any of this art. It's all owned and was drawn by my and only me.) hope you enjoy my half trashy half good art lol

A journey to be completed. A journey to be overcome. A journey to remember.

He drove with the Bus since ever and never did anyone took it with him. No one had the same way as he did, he though. Untill he saw that girl standing at his bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive. Something about her made him nervous at first sight, he didn't knew if it was her beautiful glistening brown eyes or the way she smiled at him when she noticed his presence, but he hoped so much to see the girl again that he wanted to take the Bus everyday from now on.

You stand by my side, unbothered and settled I stand still , awkward and possessed I have a lot of going on in my mind and now I mix you up in one of my thoughts You sometimes look me in the eye My clothes are rugged,my hands so dry Oh please don't look into my hair ,I look so untidy But trust me , I'm quite sober Oh thank god I'm wearing a mask ,he might not know who I'm Look at you ,you're so clean and maintained And a little mysterious What is that mind even thinking of? Are you counting me in your thoughts too? Or am I just another stranger you'd forget as soon as you reach home I wish I could read it The truths behind those mysteriously beautiful eyes But why are you staring? Like you've known me since a lifetime Maybe you are teasing me with those eyes , And I kind of love that attention Knowing you wanted me to notice you We might have come a long way to here today Our paths however were meant to be crossed And now here we are Standing together near to each other waiting for our respective destinations I always used to be in a hurry But today I wish to stay a bit,just a little more For that millisecond glance of yours Oh the bus is here The bus that now takes him to his place ,away from me He steps into it moving farther away from me I wished for him to turn back He didn't Maybe that was it With the bus moving,the hope of seeing him ever again vanished I wish I had asked him his name ,or his address or something that could make me contact him The shyness and social anxiety in me just couldn't think of doing it There was a little pinch in the heart for that truth But there will always be that moment to remember ,the time we shared together standing besides each other for a little fragment of time Carrying our own stories ,our own sorrows!

"If we met today, I'm sure that there will be a time for us to meet again."